‘Be­ing a woman did not give me the li­cence to break traf­fic rules’

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THE SONG on the tuner was Time by Pink Floyd, as I drove on the moon­lit road, along the end­less string of yel­low lamps on a beau­ti­ful summer night. It curved into a ma­jes­tic arc at the Bara­pul­lah road in Delhi. I drove fear­lessly at mid­night.

I was ini­ti­ated into the art of ac­cel­er­a­tion af­ter I be­gan col­lege. My par­ents were in­trepid enough to let their daugh­ter stay out for long hours — only on the premise that I was safe in the car and was not us­ing pub­lic trans­port at night. Daddy’s girl got a car to take on the world with the route she deemed best. The route may have shifted since, but the en­gine runs the same. I grad­u­ally be­came a vet­eran driver on Delhi’s roads and had lit­tle to fear, as long as I had my car.

That night, I drove de­tached, cross­ing the sil­hou­ette of the Red Fort and star­ing at the end­less road ahead, as my car roared with plea­sure. A while later, I took a left turn from Ra­j­path, when a cop sig­nalled me to pull over.

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